sink

I don't wanna let you go but it hurts my hands to hold the rope

If you call then i'm coming to get you
If you call then I'm coming out
if you call then i'm coming to get you
but you wanna sink, so I'm gonna let you

All I want is some earth and seed
to only grow the things I need
but first I must find my way back

Maybe if I did not base truths on faith, and maybe if I did not speak and act on pure emotion, I would be considered wise by men. Attractive, even, in my skepticism. If I could only approach the concept of God satirically, I would not be missing some vital component that comes with reason.
Reason is different than faith, I do not deny it, and I do not deny that it is usually more valid an argument. But I don't think that possessing faith means I lack the ability to think critically, nor do I think that it means I am naive, or predisposed to superstition.
I've discovered that there is this sort of limbo between what is intellectual and what is God, and this limbo is not anything that resembles a middle ground. There will never be a reconciliation, yet it remains a persistent struggle. A reasonable notion will always come into conflict with a faith-based one, and vice versa.
And with as much fervor as I believe in God, I hope that, in the end, I was right to choose so.

It's so hard when you don't have trust or faith. Those always seemed like such solid concepts you could count on, but when they're not there, it's like a summer camp group activity gone wrong. It was supposed to be bonding and liberating all at the same time, but everyone just ended up falling flat on their backs.
It's simple dictionary stuff. You can't be free if, by definition, you aren't.